Vanessa Curry Nude Novels & Stories

Freya "Watch where you're going!" The noblewoman shoved past me and my tray tipped, and before I could catch it two glasses slid off and shattered, splashing red wine all over the front of a golden gown. The whole hall went silent. The Luna candidate looked down at her ruined dress and then at me. "You fat, clumsy thing, do you know what this gown cost?" "I'm sorry, my lady." I bowed my head. "She bumped into me, I didn't see her."

Taking over my momentary distraction, she pulled me back once again and this time, Vanessa hurriedly peeled the purple dress off her skin, freeing her huge breasts and leaving her in a lacy thong. “You can’t pretend you don’t want this too,” she whispered.

She like rings and bracelets the most and she had many of them. Val took a shower before putting on the dress and jewelry. She looked gorgeous in the dress, it fit her perfectly. The dress is nipped at midriff which showed her slim waist which complimented her curves. She clicked a picture and sent it to Sheela. Sheela called her immediately “OH MY GOD Val you look awesome” screamed Sheela as soon as the call connected. “Easy Sheela, Just don’t scream” said Val sitting on the bed. “Your man has good taste in fashion. Just don’t let your hair down Val. You always does that. I will send you a video of a hairstyle, just try it” said Sheela before hanging up.

I almost burst in flames. “Fuck, baby.” I growled, biting on her lower lip.Yeah, we weren’t talking. Not right now. “Can I take your shirt off?” I asked softly. Vanessa nodded, and I almost died of happiness. I pulled her shirt up over her head, and the sight of her in a black bra only almost made me cum in my pants. She was fucking perfect. Her breasts were perfect, like two perfect melons. I could even see her hard nipples straining against her bra, and it made me want to cry from happiness. This perfect little thing was mine. She was perfect, and she was

And as an Alpha, that's works in my favor. Vanessa gets on her hands and knees. The sight is exquisite. Her body delivers on every curve a male can desire. I slide my hand down her spine, pushing her shoulders closer to the earth, making her perfectly toned ass face the sky. "Ready little Luna," I growl, and she wiggles just right, encouraging me to fill her.

“You like that? Better than my daughter’s mouth huh?” She went back down, even sloppier, jerking me with both hands while sucking the head. I could hear the shower still running upstairs but my heart was pounding anyway. If Sophie came down right now… Vanessa stood up, turned around and pulled her yoga pants down just below her ass. No panties as expected, her bare pussy and thick ass were right in my face. She reached back and spread herself. “Eat it quickly.” I buried my face in her ass, licking her pussy and asshole. She was soaking wet already, grinding back on my tongue while she moaned quietly as her slick coated my tongue.

Vanessa again away to grab what kova said and pass it to charlie who was in changing room. "I'm coming out" Charlie yelled a bit and came out. "Damn, it looks good," Vanessa said while nodding her head. "Umm, still something" Kova walked around charlie. "Na, it doesn't suit you charlie". "Maybe we should g****e cool simple outfit for a date" Vanessa chucked while removing her phone and googling it, "Hey what about this" Vanessa showed the boys a pic from g****e, the pic shows a model wearing, a dark reddish-brown-colored sweater whose front was in black jeans with the same color shoe.

Buzz-buzz-buzz. I reached out with a trembling hand and picked up my phone. The lock screen was completely buried under a chaotic, never-ending wall of alerts. Hundreds of missed calls, frantic text messages, I*******m tags, T****k mentions, and breaking news headlines from every major gossip site in the country. “WHO IS NATHAN VANNY’S CURVY MYSTERY FIANCÉE?” “Billionaire Nathan Vanny Proposes Outside Cousin’s Wedding!” “Gold-Digger or True Love? The Real Story Behind the Shocking Engagement.”

I intended to give them something new to look at. I spent the afternoon with a stylist Alexander had quietly arranged—someone who understood that transformation was not about erasure. My hair was swept into a sleek, low arrangement that showed the clean line of my neck and shoulders. Makeup was precise and striking, sharpening the cheekbones that training had made more noticeable. The dress was the real statement: deep emerald silk that clung to every remaining curve while making the new strength impossible to miss. It left my back bare and the muscles along my shoulders on quiet display. When I slipped on the heels and looked in the full-length mirror, the woman staring back was still me. S

It's just platonic. I'm nurturing all my friendships. **** "I have great news!" Vanessa is sitting in my front porch when I get home. She's wearing some denim shorts and a yellow crop top. How does this woman look like a teenager at thirty? "What is it?" "Sit." She says, pointing to the leather sofa on the porch. "We have to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" She sits across from me, a glass of wine dancing in her hand. She flips back her hair and grins happily.